You can’t assert nothing is real while taking in reality through your senses. Nothing is what you thought, nothing is permanent, nothing has fixed

Spoken Word Poetry

Excerpt from A Year and A Day, by Francis Rosenfeld

That afternoon Aifa and the Twins were out on the daffodil meadow, which Ama and Jal seemed to be particularly fond of, when all of

The large table was covered in books, as always, somebody must have been working on their metaphysics’ thesis, because that seemed to be the theme